linden_jay: (Get Fuzzy- Dear Lord Make it stop)
2010 is here, and thank fuck for that. Seriously. I have never had a year that I was so happy to see end as 2009, and I know it's been that way for a lot of people that I love. So goodbye, 2009. Don't let the door hit you where the good lord split you, as they say. I got two good things in 2009, and they're both sleeping right now, which is another thing I'm grateful for. I might do some of those retrospective things in the next day or so, if I can stop hissing at 2009 long enough to get them typed. But for tonight, at least:

The Bad )

The Good )

What's sad? I know I've missed some of the bad stuff, but I'm pretty sure that I got all of the good stuff.

Anyway--goodbye, 2009. You will not be missed.

*From my 2010 'The Daily Bitch' calendar, which I was given for Christmas by my mother in law. I love that our relationship is such that she can give me a Daily Bitch calendar, and she knows it'll make me laugh. I'm planning on using them as my status messages for the year, as I try and post more.
linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
My catten is home.

He's still walking funny, he's got shaved patches where he had to have IVs put in, and he keeps following us from room to room, chirping and purring and looking worried that we're going to send him away again. He's never been a lap cat, ever, and we can't sit down without him trying to jump onto our laps... and then usually falling down again, because he's on kitty valium (and prednisone), and it makes him walk like he's failing a sobriety test on the side of the road. Technically, I suppose, he would be considered unsafe to drive with the drug levels he's on, even without the whole being a cat thing.

I'm never going to hear the end of it from my dad for paying $700 in vet bills for an eight year old cat that I adopted from the SPCA. And yet he's the one who's always scolding me for letting them be indoor only cats... despite the fact that when I was eight and we lived in this exact same duplex, my cat was killed by a car in our cul-de-sac. We'll manage. We always do. Snafu's a member of the family. He's traveled back and forth from Vancouver with us when we lived there, he and his sister made the trip across Canada in a moving van when we moved to London, ON, and then he made the flight back. And my dad might not like to hear it, but I'd have paid more, if it meant getting him back healthy and alive.

I'm probably also never going to hear the end of it over giving the cats filtered water (on the vet's advice) instead of tap water, and for the wet food that we need to give Boo for the next month (hi there, gooshy food, forty dollars a freakin' case good GOD). That's just too bad. If it keeps this from happening again? It's worth it.

Thank you so much for all your good thoughts and wishes, and for listening to me worry and fuss about my kittyboy. I know he's "just" a cat... except he's not. He's my cat.


Nov. 15th, 2009 03:13 am
linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
2009 has finally reached clusterfuck status for me. My catten, the one that belongs to me, my favourite catboy in the whole world, even though we're not supposed to have favourites, is really sick. Emergency trip to the vet after office hours sick. Fuck. My. Life.

Pictures and kitty medical details under the cut. )
linden_jay: (Angel-Lindsey- more comfortable)
Things that are good:

- Episodes of Leverage, The Mentalist, and two episodes of Heroes on my computer waiting for me to watch them.

- Laughing at my kitten, who managed to get stuck IN my duvet. Well, in my duvet cover. She climbed up inside, trying climb under the duvet, and couldn't get out again. And the other cat kept pouncing on her because she couldn't get away, and she kept crying and trying to escape. Yes, I'm mean, but it was completely hilarious.

- Watching the Academic Husband get to hear the babies heartbeats for the first time.

Things that suck:

- Hospitals. Especially Emergency rooms. Especially emergency omg trips to the Emergency room. (I'm fine, the babies are fine, everything is fine, thank goodness. I go into a bunch of detail here, but 'I'm fine' is the short version).

- Having to eat when you're not hungry. And I mean being required to eat, every two damned hours or so, when you can barely force down food at all.

- Boost. Related to the whole having to eat, whether I'm hungry or not thing. SUCKS.
linden_jay: (Stage manager = God)
I need more hours in the day. I know, I know, doesn't everyone? But no--I need more hours. I need to work at the library at the school that I'm at, then race to another office and work for three hours for the International Student department, then race right to rehearsals, five days a week.

See, what really works for me is when I go through those phases where I only need 4-5 hours of sleep in a night. I don't sleep much, but it's good sleep. Concentrated or something. These days, I'm sleeping eight or nine hours, but it's on and off, waking and crashing again, never quite finishing a REM cycle. That sucks. Especially when Tarfun decides to play glitter ball soccer on top of the bed while I'm trying to sleep. She thinks I'm just pretending, I think, since she keeps pushing the ball into my hand and waiting for me to throw it for her. Yes. My cats are weird.

Overall, things are mostly okay. The show's going well, work's going well. And I forgot to update people, but my Nana's doing all right. She's out of the hospital, and we don't know what it was that was wrong with her, we just know it's not happening any more. So.. good? I guess?

I'm still having to go to massage therapy for my back getting crunched in that dumbassed car accident, which is not fun. I imagine regular massages that are for relaxation are fun. These are the kind of 'oh, does that hurt? Let me POKE AT IT MORE until you're in tears.' It's helping though, so that's good at the very least.

Okay. Working. Making schedules for rehearsals. Trying not to panic about how little time is left to get this show up and running and ready. BREATHE.


Jan. 13th, 2008 12:42 pm
linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
I promised pictures of kittens, and while it always takes me awhile, sooner or later I get to it!

Pictures of Snafu, Fubar, and Tarfun behind the cut... )
linden_jay: (Kitten--Willpower got eatened)
The new kitten is back from the vet, poor baby. Still a little stoned, no longer able to procreate, and her entire little belly is shaved, which I am finding both adorable and strangely hilarious. She keeps giving me this look like 'it's COLD and they took away half of my FUR!' Poor, poor thing. I will sit here and snuggle her on my lap so she can stay cozy. The sacrifices I make, I tell ya.

Also, if I ever remember which store earwormed me with 'Stacy's mom', I'm boycotting it forever.
linden_jay: (SGA- Sheppard Monkey-bitchface)
3:28 am. Why am I not asleep?

Okay, I could be rational and come up with real reasons. I've been sleeping later because it's vacation, so it's harder for me to go asleep. And the AH had to go away on a research trip for almost a week, and I never sleep well when he's not here.

But at least this time it's not because he was gone and I started watching Criminal Minds, Bones, and Dexter, and then freaked out that I was going to be murdered in some particularly gruesome and grisly way. Honestly. I really should know better. I watched The West Wing all afternoon while I crocheted, and then I switched over to Heroes commentary tracks once I finally got tired of pretend American policy.

But it's practically dawn, ferchrisakes, and I'm still awake, and I'm barely even tired. And I have to be up in time to take the kitten to the vet for 8:30am to get fixed. Something tells me I'm going to be grabbing a nap on the couch, then coming home and taking a nap. UGH.

So... it's the new year. To be honest, apart from a few highlights, 2007 licked. A hell of a lot. I'd be tempting fate to say that 2008 couldn't be worse than 2007, so I'm not going to go there, but I'm just really glad to have closed the lid on 2007 and to be moving on to something else. Maybe I'll do one of those year in review thingies later, but for right now? Imma go faceplant on the couch with an armful of kitten and hope that helps.
linden_jay: (Kitten--Willpower got eatened)
In the spirit of our other cats *Snafu and Fubar, I'd like to present the newest member of the Jay and the AH family:

Tarfun. )

What's really sad is that I haven't even started volunteering at the SPCA yet, and I've already gotten myself another cat. Not that it wasn't more than a little predictable that I would, but still.

Tarfun was discovered while I was at the pet store picking up food for the other two cats (this would be AH's first mistake--we're never supposed to let me go to the pet store. It's just a bad idea), and I went over to the pet section and found her, three of her brothers, and two other wee tiny kittens. She and her brothers are all about four months old, which is old for a pet store kitten, so I asked about them, and I was told that they'd been in the pet store for two months already. That no one wants black cats (which blows my mind because she's GORGEOUS), and even though they'd dropped the price, no one was interested in them. And now that they weren't kitten-kittens anymore, they were even less likely to find a home.

Then they told me about her--about this beautiful sweetheart who purrs as soon as you pick her up, and snuggles up in your arms.

I picked her up. She stole my heart. And I brought her home two days later, thanks to a sweet and wonderful Academic Husband who indulges me even when I'm crazy and determined to turn into a crazy old cat lady.

More pictures below the cut... )

*(If you don't know, the cats names are all army acronyms. F.U.B.A.R: Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition, S.N.A.F.U: Situation Normal, All Fucked Up, T.A.R.F.U.N: Things Are Really Fucked Up Now. Some day? I'm totally getting a Beagle and calling it A.W.O.L)


Nov. 28th, 2007 05:16 pm
linden_jay: (Kitten--Cookie eated)
I has a new kitten


Nov. 26th, 2007 07:12 pm
linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
I want another kitten.
linden_jay: (James Purefoy- giggle)
Also packing tape, and balled up newspaper, and other moving related nonsense. Except that no, I don't love these things, and I'm totally fibbing because yeah. No. And we haven't even really, really gotten into an unpacking groove yet, because we've had company for the past two days. Now, granted, he was here on a research trip, and he couldn't really help the timing because it was sandwiched in around a conference and his flight home, but there's been better timing in the world. I feel like it's kind of knocked us off our momentum... we were unpacking and finding stuff that we needed and everything, and now we've spent the past few days driving around and visiting and just not doing much of anything at all. Which is kind of irritating. But he's gone now, back on his way to Ontario, and we can get back doing that whole unpacking thing. Joy.

The cats are giddy though, finally having space to run around in. They're spending all their time going from room to room, hanging out on top of the fridge, generally making a nuisance of themselves. It's pretty cute.

I've been looking all over town, and I have yet to find a place that has wireless internet, and is open past nine pm. The joys of living in a small town, man, I tell you. Only four more days, I know, but gah. Annoying.

I miss writing, and I miss everyone SO much, but it is wonderful finally being in our own place again. I feel like I have room to breathe again. I've got my dishes, and my things organized in my fridge, the way I like it. It's amazing how fast that's the sort of stuff you really miss. Yes, I organize my fridge. Yes, as I've said before, I'm a total and utter dork. I've dealt with this.
linden_jay: (Firefly- If wishes were horses)
Moving Day!!!!

I don't think I've been this excited about moving since... hell, I don't even know. Maybe never. Most of my stuff I haven't seen in over four months, and the rest of it I haven't seen in nearly three YEARS, since we left it behind when we went to Ontario. I get my wedding dishes back, I get all my BOOKS that I abandoned, and most importantly, I get a place of my own that I actually get to live in with my HUSBAND again. It's like a Christmas miracle in September.

Of course, not everything is perfect (because nothing ever is). )

In other news, I might have a job. )

I can't imagine that I've got a big crew of lurkers or anything like that, but if you do read me via friendsfriends or someone elses friendslist, either on journalfen or livejournal, I may start flocking things a bit more, particularly if I am talking about work. So if that's something you'd want to read, and you're not on my flist, or I haven't friended you back (because I'm a space cadet about things like that), just holler at me by email (jay.linden at gmail dot com) or comment here that you'd like to be friended. I'm not about to go friends only or anything like that because most of the time I just really can't be bothered, and I prefer being public with most things, but yeah. You get the point.

AH is already starting to give me sideways looks which I'm translating to mean 'Jay, we really need to put the computer in a box NOW', so I'd better scamper off here. I'm hoping to be back later on tonight, but if not, I'll be stealing the laptop and finding some hot spots so I can still manage to be around at least some. Worst comes to worst, you'll be stuck with me again come the 21st.

And, just to kind of start gauging interest, is there anyone out there who'd be interested in reading an Alternate Reality which is a blend of Firefly and Heroes? Think the Firefly 'verse, but with the characters from Heroes, superpowers included. You'll be hearing about this more soon, since Ash and I've writing it for awhile, but it'd be shiny to know if there's a potential audience *g*.

See you soon! *loves*
linden_jay: (James Purefoy- giggle)
Well, first of all, yesterday there was a bear.

Wee, cute little bear, that ambled up and along the side lawn, past my house, and up into the meadow. I got a picture of it (maybe), but that'll have to wait until I burn off a whole roll of film (because yes, I am one of those crazy people who has not succumbed to the digital revolution). I have however gotten a cell phone after 5 years of not having one, but that's a whole different kettle of lampshades.

I also got an apartment. )

In other good news, my Nana is out of the rehab centre and back in her own place. )

Also, I haven't mentioned anything about it because I didn't want to jinx it, but I've been on a series of job interviews over the last week or so. )


Aug. 21st, 2007 03:37 pm
linden_jay: (Firefly- If wishes were horses)
Okay, know what? It's someone elses turn, m'kay? I'm done. Too much nonsense, fate, do you hear me?

Probably not.

So, I need a place to live. )

And here comes the part where I rant. )


Sep. 22nd, 2006 10:27 pm
linden_jay: (Get Fuzzy- Dear Lord Make it stop)
oh my god!

My cat just defiled a carebear!

He dragged it off my dresser and made it his prison bitch!

My childhood will never be the same again.!
linden_jay: (Kitty Pile)
So. My cat turned on the microwave last night. Was getting chased by the dog, and jumped up onto the microwave stand, wee back paws hitting the ever-so-convenient 'one minute' button at the top of the keypad.

Which promped me and the AH- at opposite ends of the living room to look at each other with much WTF in our eyes as we tried to figure out why the microwave was going.

And then me ass-hauling across the room to turn the cussed thing off... and falling down and giggling while the dog came over and decided just what I needed was a good lick across the nose.

Good times *snortgiggles*.

linden_jay: (Buffy BLEAH)
So- my dog Loki doesn't bark. Basically at all- we've worked really hard to train him out of it, because we live in an apartment, he's a big dog, and I don't want to get evicted for noise complaints. Plus, barking dogs make me crazy. The point is- it worked, and if he kind of grumble-barks four times in a week, that's the exception.

He's crated at night, which he loves, and he usually drops off fairly quickly after the Academic Husband goes to bed. Last night, about twenty minutes after they both crash, he barks. LOUD. So I go in, scold him, spritz him with water, and leave the room. Two minutes later, he barks again, bashing his crate around a bit like he's moving. I go back, scold him some more, totally confused, leave. (The AH, btw? Did not wake up once during this whole process). Another few minutes, and he barks AGAIN, even louder. So I go back, trying to find out, is one of the cats taunting him, is something wrong, does he need to go out...

... and I almost step in cat barf. Two piles of it, actually. Just a foot or two beyond Loki's crate.

Seems one of those mean, selfish cats set a treat out for him, just out of reach, and driving him crazy. Wicked teases, taunting him with that nummy smelling- *gags, cleans up cat barf, doesn't hear a peep out of puppy for the rest of the night*
linden_jay: (balls of twine - cleolinda 15min fics)

See, this is what happens when someone responds to an offhand comment I make. I told [ profile] perseph2hades  that she may want to wait to friend me, because I've only had two posts and may end up being a boring person who only talks about her cats.  [ profile] stewardess_lotr comes in right behind her, and says she loves reading posts about peoples cats. So, I threatened to post the details of the masturbatory habits of my cats.

Cut for gratuitous pussy (oh I am SO going to hell for that one - don't worry slash fans - it's a boy cat!) )


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